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It was a few weeks after they returned from their honeymoon that Niles Dawson had his first terrifying glimpse into the depths of his lovely young bride's bizarre tastes.

Niles and Betsy Dawson had taken a fine home in Westchester County, within easy commuting distance of New York City, where Niles had a lucrative real estate business. It was a pleasant neighborhood of large homes, lush lawns, and enormous, over-arching trees.

One evening, Niles and Betsy were strolling along the sidewalk, hand in hand, enjoying the pleasant May air, and the feeling of being newlyweds. Niles was exultantly aware that his youthful wife -- she was only twenty -- hadn't a stitch on beneath her flimsy summer dress.

He delighted, therefore, whenever they were in shadow, in running his eager hand over her ass, reveling in her buttocks' exuberant contours. From time to time he even thrust his hand up under skirt. Giggling, she would slap it away.

But he would always come back for more. His dick would strain at his pants as he roved his hand over her sleek thighs, intruding his fingers into her hot, slippery ass crack and, for short, delirious moments, between her legs and up into the crispy muff where he would fondle her fleshy cunt lips.

Betsy giggled and slapped, but it was obvious she loved it, and she would smear her body provocatively against his every time he squeezed her tits.

Niles was congratulating himself on his superb judgment in choosing such a delectable morsel as his bride when the dog appeared out of nowhere, running toward them swiftly over the wide, well manicured lawn. It was a beautiful animal -- large, very lean, and sleekly streamlined. Niles wasn't familiar with dog breeds and pedigrees and that sort of thing, but he thought this might be a greyhound.

He stood by in amusement as Betsy patted the animal's head and addressed him in the fond language many people love to lavish on pets. He continued to smile as the dog licked Betsy's shoes and curiously sniffed at her legs.

But when the animal raised his snout beneath Betsy's skirt, elevating the hem to crotch level, and began to sniff avidly at her exposed, bare cunt, Niles' smile abruptly faded.

"I wouldn't let him do that, Betsy..." he began. But his wife silenced him with an imperious gesture. "Surely you're not jealous of a mere dog, Niles," Betsy exclaimed sarcastically, "Heavens! The poor creature is probably famished for the smell of pussy, that's all. His owners have had him cooped up for days I'll bet!" Then, darting a winning smile at the animal as it raked its frantically snuffling nostrils up and down her cunt crack, Betsy crooned, "Poor baby! Does doggie want to lick Mommy's twat? Go ahead -- lick it! Lick it!"

"For heaven's sake, be careful!" Niles exploded. "This dog may be vicious. You don't know what kind of mood he may be in. Betsy, don't just stand there like that! Put your skirt down, and let's be on our way home!"

It was as if Betsy hadn't heard one single word Niles had said. Her lovely, oval face was transfixed in a strange, dreamy stare as she stood there on the lawn, her slim, voluptuously contoured body shadowed by the elm boughs overhead, gazing fixedly down at the animal whose pink tongue flickered flame-like between her legs.

Her legs were spread slightly as she stood, and she held her skirt at waist level, completely exposing her creamy-white belly and ass. Her magnificent thighs were also bare, except for the sheer nylon hose that halted about three inches above her knees. The meaty succulence of Betsy's thighs bulged exuberantly over the tops of her stockings and strained tantalizingly against the pink elastic of her garter belt.

Niles couldn't help sucking in his breath excitedly as he stared at her. One of the things that had most attracted him to her right from the start was the electrifying contrast between Betsy's innocently childlike face and the riotous extravagance of her sweetly up-tilted melon-like tits... the explosive rotundity of her deep-clefted, high-slung ass... and the long, spectacularly sculptured legs that seemed designed specifically to flaunt the jiggling, rippling array of fleshy treasures that constituted her breathtakingly voluptuous body.

Now one of those splendid treasures was being casually profaned by a dumb animal! A thoroughbred, highly pedigreed animal, true, but a beast nonetheless!

Niles felt the sweat start out on his palms and his voice had an unaccustomed tinge of hoarseness as he cried, "Betsy! What in heaven's name has come over you? What possesses you to allow a mangy mutt..."

"He's not a mangy mutt," Betsy murmured fervently, her eyes clamped tightly shut as she ecstatically bucked her hips forward toward the animal's greedily slavering tongue. "He's not a mutt, he's a beautiful thoroughbred animal with a lovely slim head... a magnificent head made to order for exploring between ladies' thighs..."

Her lips flared with sudden emotion as she blurted, "Oh Niles! -- if you could know how delicious it feels having his magnificent tongue scouring over my vulva! A dog's tongue is so rough -- it's like having a warm, blubbery file gliding tenderly over your most sensitive parts... rasping and arousing you where you most want to be excited! Oooh, oooh... that's right, doggie! Fuck your tongue back and forth over Mommy's cunt! Mommy loves it so much...!"

With an abrupt motion, the animal withdrew its tongue from Betsy's abundantly juicing cunt slit. Ducking skillfully between her stiffly planted legs, he now began to delve into her rearward treasures, his voracious pink tongue skidding impudently into her ass crack, loudly slurping the sweat that was beginning to form there in great, crystalline globules as Betsy's lascivious excitement mounted steadily, relentlessly.

"Betsy..." Niles' agonized protest died in his throat as he observed his wife's next move.

Raking her skirt nearly up to the level of her pendulously swaying breasts, Betsy bent sharply at the waist and separated her buttocks with trembling hands to afford the dog's frenzied tongue easiest possible access to the glassy-slick notch of her pinkish-brown ass crack. The dog's mouth played feverishly over the splendid mounds of Betsy's marshmallow-soft ass, licking, sucking, slavering, making the lovely hillocks ripple and shudder with the force of his imperiously rampaging tongue!

Now, even as he continued to guzzle Betsy's ass and cunt juices with animalistic fervor, the dog commenced to whine piteously. It was a low, spasmic, whimpering cry.

"Oh, poor doggie!" Betsy exclaimed sympathetically, "what's the matter?"

In answer, the dog began to drag his genitals along the ground, actually grinding his stubby cock into the earth as his tongue stabbed at Betsy's brazenly displayed asshole.

"Oh, the poor animal is simply out of his mind with desire," Betsy declared. "Niles -- why don't you help the poor thing relieve himself? Jerk his cock... help him climax!"

Niles had to pinch himself to be sure he wasn't dreaming. "You -- you want me to get down on the ground and jerk this filthy animal's cock while he sucks your pussy and your ass?!!" Niles exclaimed in agonized tones. "Not on your life!"

"Oh, you're so cruel!" Betsy moaned. Her face was dripping with perspiration now, and gleaming rivulets of sweat were pouring down her thighs and draining in continuous streams from the cherry-tipped mounds that had flopped out the low-cut neckline of her dress. "I never dreamed you were the type who'd be cruel to poor, helpless dumb animals, Niles!"

She wriggled her incandescent ass globes against the dog's snout. "Oh, I'm hot!" she gasped. "Niles, this animal has got me so hot I feel I could burst into flame any second. Dear, please come over here. Stand in front of me. Unzip yourself. Take out your prick and let me suck it while this beautiful animal fucks my cunt with his strong, virile tongue... please! Please!"

Completely aghast, Niles exclaimed incredulously, "You want to blow me right out here on the sidewalk! In plain view of the whole world?"

"Oh please!" Betsy groaned, "it's dark -- there's no one to see us. Oh Niles, hurry please! I would never have married you if I had know you were so cruel!"

In spite of his revulsion at the scene of loathsome bestiality that was being enacted before his horrified eyes, Niles' cock was already poker-stiff inside his pants. Since the day he had first met Betsy, only a scant three months previously, Niles had never been able to deny her anything. She had a beguiling, childlike quality about her that made him feel protective and indulgent toward her. The fact that he was thirty-three and Betsy was only twenty reinforced his permissive attitude.

This was no exception. Standing there with her ass and cunt completely exposed, her tits hanging out the front of her dress, her face contorted in an expression of overwhelming lascivious desire, Betsy was the personification of lust... stark, raving, ravenous lust incarnate!

Like a sleepwalker, Niles moved unwillingly toward his beautiful, panting wife. As the dog continued to lap his tongue between the cheeks of her ass in broad, slathering strokes, Niles unzipped his pants. Before he could extract his stiff, straining, seven-inch prong, Betsy frenziedly thrust her hand inside his fly and scooped out the livid slab of hot, dribbling meat.

Betsy allowed her eyes to feast on her husband's tool for all of one second. Then, with an expression of delirious bliss etched deeply into her mobile features, she commenced to suck Niles' dick there on the lawn, and while she sucked, she slowly rotated her ass against the dog's famished mouth.

Now she allowed her mouth to play lovingly over Niles' giant, chestnut-sized balls. "Oh Niles," she was moaning, "the dog has his nose halfway up my snatch... Oh, his nose is like a monstrous cock! I can feel it penetrating deeper... deeper...! Oh, Niles, Niles! -- he's got his entire snout inside my vagina, and he's... he's opening his mouth and he's licking my guts! It feels like his tongue is lapping me inside halfway up to my tonsils! Oh shit... shit..." Her voice died away in an ecstatic moan.

Completely incredulous, Niles looked down at where the dog was crouched between his wife's long, lithe legs. It was true -- the creature had actually thrust half his slim, pointed snout up Betsy's vagina and was licking and lapping her internal parts with furious abandon! His muzzle was buried in Betsy's pussy practically up to his eyes!

Before Niles could utter the anguished protest that foamed at his lips, Betsy once more gulped her husband's cock into her mouth and commenced to munch and suck it, hollowing her cheeks with the ferocity of her effort.

Niles loved the way Betsy sucked him off. Since the first night of the honeymoon, he felt that he could forgive her any transgression if he could only be sure she would continue to suck him off at least once a day. He enjoyed enormously the way she skidded his dick all the way into her throat, lashing the underside with her tongue, playing her lips over the base of his organ, knowing as if by instinct when to treat it gently, when to treat it roughly, nipping the skin with her teeth, sometimes to the extent of drawing blood.

The blow job she had performed on him the night of their marriage was, in fact, their first shared sexual experience. Many times during the courtship, Niles had felt consumed by a feverish compulsion to yank up Betsy's dress and fuck her right where she stood. But he had always resisted. He knew it would be much better to wait for the honeymoon when they could enjoy their first lay at leisure, in the ideal surroundings of a Caribbean luxury hotel.

But the wedding night had not gone exactly to plan. As they were preparing for bed, Betsy had suddenly blurted, "Oh, I can't wait another second, Niles! I've got to have you right now!" At that point, she was only half undressed. She had peeled down the top of her gown, exposing the ripe fullness of her magnificent tits, and Niles was already nibbling at one firmly erect nipple. He had unzipped his fly so Betsy could delve her hand inside and play with his eager, squirming cock.

Suddenly, however, after only the briefest foreplay, Betsy grasped her opportunity to have Niles without further preliminaries. She had fallen to her knees and plunged his tool deep into her mouth and commenced to suck it like a child sucking a popsicle on a hot, August day.

Even in the ecstasy of the moment, Niles had felt somewhat dismayed. He had firmly believed Betsy to be a virgin. She had never spoken of previous boyfriends; she seemed quite shy of men, in fact -- always a little awkward in their presence.

But now his shy, awkward darling was on her knees on the floor, eagerly gobbling his cock as if it were the most natural thing in the world! How and where had she learned such a thing? How...?

But soon his doubts were drowned in the sheer bliss of the moment, the tingling rapture of having this very young, very beautiful girl excite his yearning prick in the most lascivious, the most intimate way possible, bobbing her head frenziedly over his steaming meat, twin streams of saliva drooling from the corners of her mouth and splashing onto the rosy hillocks of her slithering, jiggling tits!

Niles had not been slow in coming, that first night. It was only a couple of minutes before his volcanically simmering dick had erupted into his bride's mouth, sending huge, lava-like streams coursing over her tongue and down her throat, the hot, sticky fluid bursting spasmically from the pulsing tip of his joy-stick while he insistently fucked it further and further between her lips and down into her warmly receptive gullet.

When it was all over, Niles would have been glad to rest awhile, but to his utter amazement, Betsy insisted on repeating the process immediately!

At that point, Niles was too weak to resist. Flopping onto the bed, he allowed Betsy to remove his pants. Then, still half-clad, Betsy had sprawled onto the bed alongside him, and calmly proceeded to suck him off once more.

This time it took much longer. For fully half an hour, Betsy bobbed and wriggled her head over Niles' feverishly excited prick. Her teeth commenced to abrade the tender skin, rasping it to the point of screaming rawness -- grating it -- gouging it with careless teeth.

Oh! Ohhh! Now he could feel the blood flowing, he could feel himself bleeding from half a dozen tiny nicks and nibbles in the infinitely sensitive skin of his swollen organ. It was like the pain of red-hot needles being ruthlessly thrust into his rod. He could see the smears of bright, ruby blood on his bride's lips as she continued to gnaw and suck his fully distended prick. And yet, with all the agony, he hoped she would never stop!

She did stop eventually, of course, with an explosion of hot seed and blood into her mouth, a violent concussion of crimson-tainted sperm that sent a bone-wracking shudder throughout Niles' entire body and made Betsy choke and sputter as the copious outpouring drowned her mouth and mounted into her nostrils in a sticky flood that gushed over her upper lips.

This time, she had allowed Niles to rest. As he lay there, half-sunk in drowsiness and thoroughly exhausted by his first sexual encounter with his bride, Betsy had gently removed his clothes and put him between the sheets. Then she had disrobed herself and slid into bed alongside him, her mouth and cheeks still encrusted with the syrupy discharge from Niles' raw, oozing prick.

"Sleep tight, darling," she had whispered, kissing him lightly on the mouth.

"What do you mean, 'Sleep tight'?" Niles had grinned back lazily. "I don't intend sleep until I've had my fuck!"

"But -- but darling..." he heard Betsy gasp, "you've already come twice! Surely that's enough for one evening!"

"Sure I've come," Niles had admitted, "but I haven't had the pleasure of satisfying you yet, dearest. You're not going to rob me of the thrill of bringing you to orgasm on our wedding night, are you, darling?"

"Oh -- oh well -- that's all right..." Betsy began to babble confusedly, "I don't mind waiting till tomorrow. Really, I don't, Niles dearest..."

Niles sternly intruded his hand between her legs. Damnit! He was going to dip the wick into her before another minute was out or know the reason why! It didn't matter that his cock felt as if it had been mangled in a cement mixer -- he didn't mind its torn and bloody state just so long as it could stiffen long enough to throw another wad of come into Betsy's juicy snatch. His fingers groped inside her pussylips.

What the hell!! What the frigging hell was going on here? Betsy's cuntlips were positively steeped in some kind of greasy, gummy substance! It wasn't a vaginal lubricant -- it didn't have that kind of feel. It wasn't the natural outpouring of vaginal juice, either. It was slimy -- sticky...

Niles' lips compressed to a thin, white line.

It was sperm. Betsy's cunt was absolutely drenched in sperm!

But how in the devil's name could such thing be possible? Niles certainly hadn't screwed her. And at no time since the wedding that morning had she been separated from him long enough for her to have had relations with another man. Even if she had wanted to. Even if such a revolting idea had occurred to his shy young bride!

Niles swallowed hard. As he lay there, frozen in a rigid, cataleptic posture beside the body of his wife, his mind raced like a supercharged engine, trying to figure the solution to the agonizing puzzle. A dozen times the question died in the very act of utterance: "Betsy, some other man has already had you tonight. Who was it? How...?"

He forced himself to be calm by a supreme act of will. It wasn't possible. It just simply wasn't possible.

That night, Niles had lain there alongside Betsy for a long time, staring up at the ceiling, turning the alternatives over in his mind. At last, thoroughly drained and exhausted by the events of the previous twenty-four hours, he had dropped off into a nightmare-ridden sleep.

The next day, he force himself to dismiss the subject from his mind. And in the evening, after a champagne supper and an hour of elaborate foreplay, Betsy had urged him to thrust his imperious cock between her legs and fuck her as hard as was humanly possible. And when he did so, he found no evidence of anything remotely resembling semen. Only a clear, crystalline spring of sweetly fragrant cuntjuice.

The incident had quickly faded from his mind. But now, as he stood beneath the open sky in this quiet Westchester town, with Betsy voraciously sucking his prick while the dog whimperingly fucked his snout ever deeper up Betsy's vagina, certain facts began to emerge with stark clarity in Niles' computer-like mind.

Once again, driven by some inner, unconscious impulse, his brain was relentlessly poring over those hours immediately preceding that instant on the wedding night when Betsy had slumped to her knees and commenced to blow his dick.

And now, for the first time, he remembered the dogs.

Niles and Betsy had checked into the resort hotel early in the evening. After an early dinner in the hotel dining room, they had strolled out onto the terrace for a breath of air before retiring. On the terrace, they had fallen into conversation with a polite, refined English couple who had brought a pair of Irish setters with them. The dogs were quietly sprawled at their owners' feet when Niles and Betsy first saw them.

Betsy had immediately made a bee-line for the handsome animals. Crouching beside them, she had plied the English couple with all kinds of questions as to the dogs' names, their ages, pedigree, and so forth. And all the time, Betsy's hands had roved over the creatures' pelts, luxuriating in the softness of their superbly groomed hair, fondling their paws, and...!

And now, as Niles' memory roved back over that evening, he quite clearly recalled that, for one horrifying instant, Betsy's fingers had also been busy with the dogs' genitals -- hurriedly caressing the stubby, black cocks and rubbing her palms over the tips of the animals' dicks as if about to masturbate them!

It had only been for an instant. It could have been a slip of Betsy's hand, an involuntary movement without real significance. Then, as the Englishwoman remarked that it was time to give the animals their nightly walk, Betsy had practically fallen all over herself in volunteering herself for the job.

"Oh, let me walk the dogs!" she had cried, starting to her feet and gathering the pets' leashes in her hand before the couple could demur. "I can see you folks are just dying to have another brandy before you go up to your room. Sit here and relax awhile longer while I give these lovely creatures a spot of exercise!"

And she was gone, with the setters in tow, before anyone could stop her. It was obvious at the time that the English couple regarded Betsy's behavior as a bit odd, but they were too polite to say anything. And when, approximately a half-hour later, Betsy had returned with the dogs looking brisk and happy, it was a closed incident.

Niles recalled now that the only remark offered by the Englishman at the time was: "The dogs certainly look well exercised..."

Yes! They certainly had been well exercised. But it was not until this precise moment, as Niles was having his cock sucked as the greyhound relentlessly bored his snout up Betsy's cunt that Niles realized what that exercise had consisted of -- Betsy had allowed herself to be thoroughly fucked by both dogs!

No doubt about it. On her wedding night, Betsy had given first preference to a pair of animals! Before Niles had had an opportunity to so much as wet the tip of his dick inside Betsy's juice-brimming twat, she had deliberately taken on two beasts -- flopped down in the hotel gardens with a couple of dogs and allowed them to fill up her pleasure cave with their slimy, glutinous sperm!

All at once the pieces of the puzzle fell into place and Niles was sickened by the revelation.

The moment of revelation came precisely as Niles shot his seething load into Betsy's mouth. At the same moment, she bore her crotch down on the greyhound's slurping muzzle and Niles could tell by the shudders that racked her body that Betsy was having her orgasm.

Betsy's mouth quickly filled with the superabundant discharge of Niles' churning testicles and part of the rich cream outpouring over her lips. She sucked loudly and with obvious relish. It was difficult to tell exactly at which end she was experiencing her greatest joy: whether it was in gulping Niles' voluminous flood of rich, syrupy come or in having her cunt fucked to delirious orgasm by the insatiably stabbing snout of the excited animal that groveled between her legs.

When the last of Niles' sperm finally pulsed into Betsy's sucking lips, he hurriedly zipped up his fly and made as if to take his wife by the arm. He was going to lead her straight home and grill her as no woman had ever been grilled before.

But more was to come. Before he could stop her, Betsy sank to the ground. With her mouth entirely filled with Niles' hot, slushy sperm, she commenced to kiss the dog on the mouth -- to let the animal thrust its greedy tongue deep inside her own mouth to lap the creamy nutriment that had just vomited from Niles' deliriously sucked cock! And, at the same time, Betsy's slim, patrician hand was fumbling between the dog's legs -- groping for his dick! And before Niles' aghast stare, Betsy began to jerk the animal off with quick expertise, her hand fluttering faster than the eye could follow, while she allowed the creature to fuck its sperm-lapping tongue deep into her throat!

"Aaaarrgghh..." she gurgled. "Oh Niles, I hope you're not angry at me for sharing your delicious come with this poor, starved animal..." And then the dog's flame-like tongue was flickering inside her throat once more, and she was jerking him harder than ever and abruptly there came the spastic spurt of the creature's sperm into Betsy's madly shuttling hand, the slimy yellow fluid slopping all over her fingers and shooting onto her naked belly as she crouched beside him.

It was the actual sight of the dog's gluey scum crusting over his wife's hand that did it for Niles. It reminded him all too graphically of the night when he had thrust his fingers between his bride's legs only to find that his place had been preempted by a canine interloper. Or rather a pair of interlopers!

Niles saw red at that moment, his hand went to his waist. With a quick, single motion he ripped off his belt. Then, with a lightning-like sweep of his muscular arm, Niles slammed the heavy leather across the satin rotundity of his wife's exposed ass!

Whap! Whap! And with every blow of the brutally wielded belt, a livid quarter-inch-thick welt erupted across the magnificent perfection of Betsy's sweatily gleaming buttocks.

Her hands sprang instantly to her backside. Her sperm-drenched fingers flew to protect her savagely punished can. "Ohhh!" She screamed, "Oh, Niles, what are you doing to me? Are you angry because I...? Oh! Oh, please! You're ripping my ass to shreds, Niles! Oh, Niles, please don't beat me any more -- I'll suck your cock again; I'll kiss your ass, I'll do anything, only please don't -- EEEEEEEK! OOOWWWW!"

Niles was a veritable paragon of fury as he stood over the helpless, cringing figure of his wife, slamming his heavy belt across the matchless perfection of her bare ass, her thighs, even her tits received their share of his skyrocketing wrath.

Niles did not cease until his arm was literally numb with fatigue. By that time, Betsy's entire body was a mass of welts where the savage leather had torn relentlessly at her flesh.

As he flung down the belt in disgust, his face was still grim. "Arrange your clothing!" he ordered, his throat thick with emotion. "For pete's sake, try to make yourself at least slightly presentable. We're going home!"

Betsy was sullen as they plodded silently homeward. When they finally entered their house, she started to speak, but Niles silenced her with a slap. "Keep your mouth shut, you bitch!" he snarled, "Only a bitch would have sex with a dog. And bitches can't speak, they can only grovel and whine!" He shoved her to her knees. "Go ahead," he commanded icily, "go ahead, bitch! Down on your belly -- grovel for me!"

"Niles, only listen to me for one second..." she began piteously.

"On your belly, you filthy heap of dog-shit!" he shouted, "Your punishment has only begun!" As Betsy sank to her knees, he ripped the dress from her exquisite figure with a single swoop of his powerful hand. "Who the hell ever heard of a dog wearing a dress?" he hooted scornfully. Now Betsy was completely nude except for her hose, her garter belt and her high-heeled slippers.

Niles removed something from his jacket pocket and brandished it before Betsy's astonished eyes. "Do you see this?" he asked her.

"Why -- why, it's a dog collar and a leash!" she exclaimed wonderingly. "Where did you get that, Niles?"

"I took it from the dog you were just romping with," he informed her, sternly. "Right now, I think you have greater need for it than he does." Kneeling, Niles clamped it around Betsy's neck.

"You -- you're putting a dog collar on me?" Betsy gulped, unbelievingly. "But, Niles...?"

"And why not?" her husband stormed. "You're a bitch, aren't you? What's peculiar about a dog-collar on a bitch?" Betsy attempted to rise, but Niles shoved her to the floor with one motion of his swift arm. "On your hands and knees!" he shouted.

Then, as Betsy meekly followed on all fours, Niles led her into the kitchen at the end of the leash. He began to rummage in the refrigerator, his face a stony and inscrutable mask.

"I'm not hungry..." Betsy began.

Niles turned steely eyes on her. "Haven't I warned you?" he asked ominously. Thereafter, Betsy was silent. She crouched there, naked, on the floor, tremblingly awaiting Niles' next move.

It was not long in coming. Swiftly selecting a few messy leftovers from the refrigerator shelves, he dumped them all together into a cracked bowl which he placed on the floor. "Eat!" he commanded.

"What? You want me to eat that slop? You expect me to crouch here on all fours and eat from the floor like a...?"

"Like a dog!" Niles finished for her, grinning savagely as he spoke. "Exactly! And keep your fingers out of the dish -- who ever heard of a common alley mutt using its paws to eat with?" And before Betsy could offer another word of protest, Niles pushed her face right into the gooey mess.

While Betsy strove miserably to force the food down her throat, Niles secured the leash tightly around a table leg so Betsy could not move her head more than a few inches in any direction without choking herself. Then he stood over her, arms folded, while he grimly murmured, "Eat, you bitch-cunt! Every morsel of it! Dogs that don't eat are liable to fall sick, and I'm damned if I'll spend five bucks on you for a veterinarian."

When she had nearly succeeded in gobbling down the vile jumble of half-stale leftovers, Niles said, "The whole picture is very clear to me now, Betsy. I know now what happened on our wedding night. I know you let those two dogs fuck you in the hotel gardens. That's why you were so eager to suck me off. You didn't want me sticking my fingers or my dong up your pretty twat because you knew exactly what I'd find there."

"Niles, have pity on me. Listen to me only for one second."

This time, Niles' rage almost burst the bonds of sanity. Again removing his heavy leather belt, he lashed her naked body over and over, forcing her to squirm and grovel, first on her belly, then on her back, as the barbarous lash wrote its message of fire over the pale whiteness of her satiny hide.

He continued to whip her for five maniacal minutes. At the end of that time, he suddenly dropped the lash, and bursting into tears, sank to his knees beside her. "I'm sorry, dear," he blurted, as he loosened the dog collar from around her neck, "but something just seemed to come over me. When I saw you degrading yourself with that dog outside, and when it dawned on me how you'd let yourself be defiled on our wedding night..."

"It's all right, dearest," Betsy said soothingly. She was crying too, now. "But I have this compulsion whenever I'm near a fine-looking dog to -- to handle him intimately. To fondle his cock. To kiss him. To let him thrust his snout up my pussy and excite me with it. I-I've been like this for a long time, dearest. But I promise to do better in the future. I swear it! After all, I have a fine, virile husband with the biggest, most beautiful prick a girl could want to have between her legs. Or between her lips. I love having you ramrod your smoking prick up my cunt, Niles. I love to suck it too. Say you forgive me, darling, and I promise you an extra treat tonight when we go to bed."

"Of course," he forgave her. It was easy to forgive Betsy when she smeared her lush, naked softness against his muscular maleness, making his cock quiver and flip inside his pants like a hooked eel, and when she tilted her childlike face upwards for him to kiss.

And she kept her promise that night. She had promised an extra treat, and she delivered it. In spades. She made her lovely, normally resilient tongue into a wondrous imitation of a poker-stiff prick which she slowly, with infinite guile, intruded between his buttocks and lovingly protruded into his blissfully acquiescent asshole, reaming and sucking and making her mouth and tongue perform all sorts of fantastic tricks that eventually resulted in his climaxing without her even touching a finger to his cock.

As he lay there that night, slowly drifting off to sleep, Niles' body felt thoroughly satisfied. But a tiny current of uneasiness continued to course through his mind. It was like a scarlet thread staining the crystalline current of his thoughts.

He loved Betsy. She was intelligent. She was beautiful. She had a sweet nature. And she was the best screw he'd had in his entire adult life. But how much did he know about her, really?

He had married her on only three months' acquaintance. He'd never met any of her family -- they lived in a remote, backwoodsy section of the Midwest. And he only knew a couple of her friends.

What really lay behind Betsy's strange craving for animal intimacy? She had promised to conquer her bizarre desires. Would she? Could she?

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h2. CHAPTER TWO

It was early one Sunday evening that Niles received the anonymous telephone call.

It was a woman's voice, there was no doubt about that. An elderly woman -- sixtyish, Niles figured. Dry, rather prissy. Old-maidish, but authoritative at the same time.

"You don't have to know my name, Dr. Dawson," the woman said crisply. "My identity is not important. What is important is the ugly, vicious act of perversion that your wife..."

Niles' temper flared like an ignited powder keg. "I don't take anonymous phone calls!" he exploded. "If you won't tell me your name, then I'm not interested..."

"... the ugly, vicious act of perversion that your wife is committing this very instant," the steely-cool voice went on implacably. "I'm sure you know Reilly's stables on the edge of town. He specializes in pony rides for children. Sunday evening is the one time he's closed to the public. But not closed to your wife, Mr. Dawson. She's there now. I've just been watching her actions through my binoculars. I'm a snoopy old maid, Mr. Dawson. But I'm not a liar. Go there. See for yourself. If you hurry, I think you'll be in time for a very interesting performance!"

The line went dead.

Niles sat there, ashen-faced, the receiver clicking in his hand, for a full two minutes. Reilly's stables. Yes, he knew them. He'd passed them many times in his car. It was a small place. Reilly had a couple of ponies. He charged fifty cents to children for a short trot. Good God, was it possible that Betsy could...!

Damn all snoopy people! he cursed inwardly. Damn all prying, spying old bitches who make themselves the consciences of their neighbors!

But even as he cursed the anonymous caller, Niles was reaching for his car keys. As he strode toward the garage, he told himself: I'll check this thing out anyway. Chances are, Betsy isn't within a mile of the place. Chances are, Betsy has never set foot on Reilly's property. Once I've assured myself of that, I'll rest easier in my mind. And if that old snoop phones again, I'll be ready for her!

It was only a short drive to Reilly's stables. As soon as he came within sight of the modest establishment, Niles parked the car on the shoulder of the road, and proceeded the rest of the way on foot. I'll be cautious about this, he told himself. It's quite possible that the old woman actually has seen something peculiar going on out here, but there's no guarantee my wife is involved. It could very well be someone else... someone who resembles Betsy...

The low stable enclosure was entirely surrounded in three directions by trees and closely clustered bushes, most of them taller than a man's head. It was well screened from the very few houses in the nearby vicinity unless someone were observing from an upper story window with a pair of extremely fine binoculars.

Niles succeeded in gashing his face in a couple of places as he pressed cautiously through the thick tangle of thorny bushes, but he felt no pain. The only pain he was capable of suffering at this point was an internal kind... a torment of the mind. But he would banish that in a hurry! As soon as he'd convinced himself that Betsy was nowhere in the vicinity.

There now... now Niles had a clear view of the stable enclosure. He could see everything that was going on inside without being observed himself. Yes, there were people there, that was instantly obvious. The enclosure was open to the sky, except around the edges where a narrow, overhanging roof provided some slight shelter...

Niles took one glance at what was taking place at one edge of the enclosure and nearly fainted. He could feel his knees buckle beneath him and it was only by grabbing onto the bushes that he managed to keep himself erect.

The woman... his anonymous phone caller... hadn't lied. And what he saw far surpassed Niles' worst fears!

The first thing that met his eyes was the small pony that had been tethered to a post at one side of the private enclosure. It was a tame, docile beast, obviously accustomed to careless, even rough treatment by vigorous, undisciplined children...

And by women like Betsy!

Yes, Betsy! Niles' mind reeled as he saw his wife sprawled between the animal's legs. She was more than half nude. She had entirely removed her skirt and her blouse was completely open at the front, allowing her splendid titties to bobble and bounce as she agitated her breathtakingly voluptuous body.

And as she crouched beneath the pony's belly, Betsy's slavering mouth was eagerly sucking the creature's dick!

Niles wanted to vomit. He wanted to throw up and then get out. He wanted to remove himself as far as possible from this place. From Betsy and from the very memory of Betsy.

But first he had to know the truth. Maybe this was just a momentary weakness on Betsy's part. Maybe... after giving up on dogs according to Niles' wishes, Betsy had decided to experiment just this once on ponies... maybe this was the first and only time she had actually put her lips to the animal's cock... maybe...

He tore his eyes away from where Betsy was crouched, her magnificent, fleshy thighs scissored wide apart, her high-mounded jugs slithering jellylike back and forth across her chest with every impassioned motion of her body. He tore his glance away from Betsy to where the spectators were observing her every move.

There were two men -- one of them a florid-faced man in his early fifties -- obviously Reilly himself. He stood idly leaning against a post, looking somewhat amused. A much younger fellow, apparently a stableboy, also observed the scene with keen interest. The boy's fly was open and his hand was inside. He was ardently jerking himself off as he watched Betsy's mouth gulp the pony's cock deeper and deeper into her throat!

"AAAArgghh..." Betsy was ecstatically moaning, "aaarrgghh..." and her eyes were cast heavenward as she ecstatically fondled the pony's testicles. With one hand she caressed the animal's balls while, with the other, she masturbated her own nipples, gouging and scoring the damask whiteness of her breasts in the frenzy of her effort!

"Ever seen anything like this before?" Reilly asked the stableboy in low, barely audible tones.

The boy grinned sheepishly. "I never seen a grown woman suck a pony's dick like that," he admitted, "but I've seen the little girls fool around plenty!"

"Yeah?" Reilly asked curiously, "you mean the kids that come here for the rides? What do they do?"

"Plenty!" the boy declared. "The twelve-year-old chicks are the worst. They're right at the stage where a cock -- any cock is beginning to look good to them. But some of them are timid and shy around boys. A pony, though -- that's a different story. They think nothing of feeling a pony's dick. It's like an initiation for them!"

"The kids act kind of proper around the stables here, but I suppose it's a different matter when they get out in the fields and woods someplace," Reilly surmised. As he spoke, he kept his eyes keenly fixed on Betsy's crouched form. Niles could see the man had an erection that threatened to rip through his fly.

"You bet!" the boy agreed with a smirk. "I see it all, 'cause I'm the one that leads the pony. Some of those little girls... we no sooner get outta sight of the stables before they're off the pony, feeling between his legs on some excuse or another! Take little Mary Sue Belford, for example. She can't be a day past twelve, but wow! The first thing I noticed was that the kid never wore panties. Her mother brings her out here and sets her onto the pony and the kid ain't got so much as a stitch of panties on her hot little ass!"

"The kid never wants a saddle. She sits astride the pony bareback, grinding her itchy little cunt against the pony's hairy hide, masturbating her twat against the animal just as bold and brazen as you please! The little bitch has an orgasm before we've gone more than a hundred yards, nine times outta ten. I look at her from the corner of my eye and I can see the sweat and the cunt juice pouring down her thighs and I can see her gasping for air and her eyes bugging out of her head while she climaxes!"

"Then she always finds some excuse to get off the animal and handle his cock as soon as we get a little ways into the woods. I let her. I figure, what the hell, it's no skin off my nose, right? The pony don't mind, I don't mind..."

"I mind!" Reilly declared abruptly.

"What?"

"I mind," Reilly reiterated. "If these hot-pants chicks are going to take advantage of the animals this way, I figure I should be getting an extra fee. A stud fee!"

The boy laughed, a loud, braying laugh. "That's a good one, boss!" he snickered, "and the idea ain't a bad one, either. But anyway, as I was saying, little Mary Sue always jerks the ponies off every time she goes on the ride. She has the poor animal frothing at the mouth and I have to keep a tight hold on his reins or he'd run like a bat outta hell!"

"That's all she does, just jerks off the pony?" Reilly asked, eyeing the stableboy narrowly.

"That's all I ever seen her do," the boy replied, "but that other kid that comes around here every Saturday afternoon -- the redhead -- what's her name?"

"Janice. The little kid with no tits but a big ass."

"Yeah, that's the one. She's freakier than hell, that kid! You know what she does? She makes the pony piss on her!"

"What?"

"I swear! She gets off the pony and sort of crouches underneath him, the way Mrs. Dawson is doing right now. Then the kid makes a funny kind of warbling whistle, and as soon as the pony hears this, he start to piss. She lets him piss all over her face... she raises up her dress and lets him piss all over her cunt and her ass, and she rubs the hot, steamy liquid into her skin like it was some kind of perfume! I don't know what the fuck her mother must think when she sees the kid come home in that condition, but I never heard no complaints, so I guess the old lady must be kind of kinky herself!"

"Anyway, the kid gets a hell of a charge out of it! And after the animal had finished peeing all over her, she licks the last drops of piss off his dick like she was sucking a lollipop, and then she takes off for home..."

At that instant a woman's voice sounded from the stable doorway. "Hi!" it called, "where is everybody?" Niles had to thrust the bushes aside to see the newcomer. Another surprise! It was Mabel Gurney -- Betsy's closest friend! Now what the hell was she doing out here?

Mabel emerged from the doorway. She stood there a moment, hands on hips, a pert smile enlivening her catlike features. She was catlike in every aspect of her lovely body... in her glowing, almond-shaped eyes, in her enigmatic smile, the lithe grace of her movements, and in the secure, self-possessed haughtiness with which she met every situation, no matter how difficult or unforeseen.

At this moment, Mabel was wearing a pair of apricot-colored "hot pants", a gauzily transparent white blouse that offered the skimpiest concealment for her erect, pear-shaped tits, and a pair of gold vinyl sandals.

"Oh shit!" Mabel cried, feigning exasperation, "I see Betsy has started without me again! Mr. Reilly, I really am provoked! When am I to get first suck of that delightful little pony's cock? You always let Betsy go first!"

Reilly sniffled contritely. "I got another animal inside..." he began.

"Oh no!" Mabel interjected briskly, "this is the one that turns me on! Oh, I have an idea... Mr. Reilly, do you suppose this creature would eat my cunt?"

"Why don't you try him and find out?" the man replied.

"I certainly will!" Mabel declared saucily. Niles' jaw dropped as he suddenly realized what Mabel was up to. There was a low, wooden fence just inside the bushes. Mabel resolutely proceeded to divest herself of her skin-tight hot pants. Then she boldly plumped her shapely ass onto the topmost rung of the fence and spread her legs to display her crotch in all its licentious splendor.

Mabel was a natural brunette. Her hair was jet black... sleek and glossy like a black cat's. Her abundant tresses swirled well below her shoulders. Her pussy-hair was similarly abundant -- a magnificent splurge of ebony-hued loveliness that smoldered like a dark fire between her thighs, around her fleshy cuntlips, intruding in a moist, mysterious tangle well up into the crack of her rosy-cheeked ass.

It was this crisp mop of juicily aromatic cunt-hair that Mabel now proceeded to thrust fearlessly into the pony's face, spreading her thighs to welcome the animal's face against her crotch. The pony sniffed tentatively, licked a wary tongue over Mabel's belly, then began to intrude his eager tongue inside the woman's gaping cunt.

"Oh shit, that feels good!" Mabel gasped, bucking her hips ecstatically forward. "Oh Reilly, you really are a bastard for keeping this little fellow's talents such a secret! Oooh... yes darling, suck Mommy's twat, Mommy loves it so! That's right, ram that brutal tongue of yours right up inside my snatch lover! Now lick my belly and down between the crack of my ass... let me lean back and spread my buttocks so you can get your face against my ass, too... Oooh, yes, yes! Oh lover, what a heavy, mean tongue you have, little darling! Oh, it's so exciting to have this creature's rough, brutal tongue slamming and pounding my ass...!"

Meanwhile, as Niles watched dazedly, Betsy continued to suck the pony's cock. As she clutched the animal's immense, hairy organ with one hand, her other hand delved frenziedly between her legs, scooping deeper and deeper inside her snatch, masturbating herself with a fury that terrified Niles.

Now Betsy's hand was immersed inside her cunt all the way up the wrist, and her mouth was greedily sucking and sucking and sucking, saliva drooling unheeded from her lips, perspiration streaming from her face, her titties bouncing and skidding across her chest, swirling and rotating their downy-soft loveliness as Betsy's frame shuddered with the great, overwhelming spastic energy of her relentlessly masturbating hand and the immense sucking energy of her convulsively gobbling mouth!

It was obvious the pony was in seventh heaven as he thirstily guzzled the crystalline refreshment that flooded now in torrents from between Mabel's velvety thighs while, simultaneously, Betsy played her mouth and tongue over his genitals, sucking his cock, avidly licking his balls, accepting the hairy tool into the innermost recesses of her throat!

It was just as Betsy had nearly the whole of the animal's immense organ embedded solidly in her throat that he began to climax. The muscles of the pony's thighs commenced to quiver and great, excited ripples radiated across his hide.

"UUGGHH...!" Betsy gasped as she felt the hot animal seed erupting into her throat, flooding into her windpipe, threatening to strangle her! Hastily, she withdrew the squirming, twitching slab of livid meat into her mouth, cradling the knob just inside her lips so she could revel in the lascivious heat of the steaming animal sperm rioting against the roof of her mouth, spewing and flooding across her tongue, cascading in great tides into her throat and down her gullet!

"Oh shit!" Betsy gurgled thickly as the viscous, yellow slime overflowed her mouth and slopped over her lips to splash oozily over her panting titties, "fuck my mouth now, darling, with your big pony dick... really give it to Mommy... Mommy wants to drink all your lovely syrup... don't hold any back, please... yes, yes, shoot all of your sizzling load into Mommy's mouth... feel how Mommy is kissing your dick, darling? Mommy loves to kiss her darling pony's dick... and his balls... and if her darling baby fucks her mouth the way she likes her mouth fucked, Mommy will even kiss her darling pony's ass...!"

Niles could feel his body literally withering with humiliation. He felt as if his entire being were being consumed in the relentless blowtorch blast of a hideous shame. His mind was numb with horror and revulsion.

Now Betsy had taken the entire tool into her mouth again and was sucking the remainder of the pony's scum with a frenzy that indented her cheeks and made her eyeballs bulge from their sockets like two enormous, blue marbles. She was squeezing and fondling the animal's balls, compressing them in her dainty hand with an energy that betrayed her ravening lust to extract every last drop of slimy ooze from the animal's churning genitals.

At last it was over. The exhausted pony suddenly yanked his overworked cock from Betsy's slavering lips. He curled up in a corner of the enclosure and drowsily licked the sparkling globules of Mabel's cuntjuice that still hung from his lips.

Betsy scooped up a few gobs of viscous sperm that had splashed onto her breasts and licked them from her fingers. "Oh, I really love the taste of that shit!" she enthused, rolling her eyes in enthusiasm. "Mr. Reilly, do you suppose you could get hold of a really young one by next Sunday? I enjoy sucking off the young ones, the best. I mean, I've blown full-grown horses, and colts, and ponies, and even donkeys and mules, but very young ponies turn me on the most! I'd like one that's a virgin. I'd like my mouth to be the first hole of any kind he's ever stuck his dick into. Do you think you could get me a baby pony, Mr. Reilly...?"

Niles had heard enough. Stumbling, half-blind with anger and disgust, he made his way out of the tangle of bushes and lurched back to his car. After allowing a minute for his head to clear, Niles drove slowly homeward. When he arrived, he went up to the attic and commenced to rummage among some boxes that were stored in the attic.

It took over half an hour, but at last his hand fell on the object that he sought. It was an old-fashioned razor strop that had belonged to his grandfather. Somehow, it had survived among the family possessions all these years. He hefted it in his palm. It was of very heavy leather, with a brass ring at one end. It must have weighed about a pound.

Niles took the murderous-looking strap downstairs with him. He mixed himself a pitcher of stiff martini and sat down to wait. Every now and then he lifted the strop and slammed it across some convenient article of furniture. A grim smile creased his features as he watched the splinters fly. It was almost dark by the time he heard Betsy's car in the driveway. No, wait... there were two cars. There was someone with her. Well damn, whoever it was would get the shock of his life, because Niles meant to have it out with Betsy right here and now! He didn't intend to sit around and make polite conversation with Betsy's guests, no matter who they were.

Then, as his wife let herself in at the back door and the sound of feminine laughter filtered through the house, Niles realized she had brought Mabel Gurney back with her. Good! He had never liked Mabel. There was something unwholesome about her. Even her intoxicating feline beauty couldn't cover up the poisonous aura that seemed to cling to her like a pestilence. She was a corruptive influence on Betsy, Niles was sure of that now. He would have it out with Mabel tonight too. This would be the very last time she would set foot in his home.

The two women were chattering intently as they entered the living room where Niles sat, half swallowed up in the big leather easy chair. Betsy was saying, "I really love sucking his balls..." She stopped short in mid-sentence as her startled eyes fell on Niles. "Why Niles!" she exclaimed, "what are you doing, sitting here all alone in the dark?"

He ignored the question. "Who are you talking about, Betsy?" he asked sullenly. "Whose balls do you love to suck?"

"Why -- why, yours of course, darling!" she cried, her face flooding with crimson. "Whose do you think?"

"If you love it so much, how about sucking them right now?" Niles urged, a steely undertone edging his voice. His fingers slowly unzipped his fly. Scooping out his genitals he allowed them to dangle out the front of his pants. "Go ahead," he urged, "lay your tongue on my balls."

Betsy gestured helplessly. "But -- but not here in front of Mabel!" she protested, "I'd be embarrassed, Niles..."

"Now," Niles said. His voice was calm but there was an iciness about it that made Betsy shiver in spite of the sultry temperature. "If you love sucking my balls enough to make it a subject for conversation with your trampy friends, you won't mind sucking them in front of a spectator. Especially in front of Mabel, right?"

"Don't you call my friends trampy..." Betsy began. Then, cowed by Niles ominous manner, she murmured, "Oh, very well..." Falling to her knees, she planted a polite peck on Niles' testicles.

"That wasn't very affectionate," Niles observed, "but it will do for now. Now kiss me on the lips."

"Please!" Betsy protested, "not after kissing your balls, Niles! It wouldn't be sanitary..."

"Now," Niles insisted.

"Let me go to the bathroom first..."

"Now!"

Pouting unhappily, Betsy surrendered. Her lips grazed Niles' lightly. As she started to withdraw, however, Niles seized her by the hair, brutally anchoring his fingers in her blonde tresses and, forcing her lips open, darted his impetuous tongue far inside the soft, moist cavern of her mouth, sucking, and licking, and tasting!

"Hmm..." he murmured, "what makes your mouth taste so funny, Betsy? What makes your mouth so slimy and gooey? What kind of shit have you been lapping up, Betsy?"

"I..." she began. Before she had gotten two words out of her mouth, Niles struck her across the face with all the power he could pack into his strong right arm. "Liar!" he screamed, "cunt! You think I don't know about your orgies with ponies? You think I don't know you've been sucking off horses and donkeys and just about everything else that walks on four legs?"

Betsy could not meet the fury that glinted in his eyes. She was silent as she knelt where Niles' powerful blow had impelled her. But her silence only enraged Niles all the more. Leaping from his chair, he ripped Betsy's dress from her body, leaving her completely naked except for her shoes! She gasped at the unexpected assault.

Betsy's velvety-soft skin still showed the marks of Niles' previous beating. Mabel sucked in her breath sharply at the sight. "Oh Betsy!" she cried, "what fiend put those bruises and welts on your lovely body?"

Niles brandished the savage length of leather he had retrieved from the attic. "I'm the fiend that did that," he informed her evenly. "And this time I intend to do an even better job!" Then, turning his near-manic glance on Betsy: "Bend down and grab your ankles, bitch! No -- don't bend your knees. Bend at the waist and grasp your ankles. I want the skin across your ass to be stretched drum-tight when this strop lays across it! I want your pretty pink asshole to kiss the strop when it skids across your whore's ass!"

Her face a mask of confusion and shame, Betsy did as commanded. Folding her exquisite body at the waist, she reached down and seized her slim ankles, exposing her magnificent rear end for punishment. Her tits jittered like two lovely pots of day-old jello as she shiveringly awaited the first blow.

Wham! Wham! The merciless leather raised two quarter-inch welts on the lush rotundity of Betsy's naked buttocks. "How do you like that?" Niles shouted. He could feel the alcohol steaming through the corridors of his tormented brain. He knew he would never have the heartlessness to punish his fragile young wife in this manner if it were not for the martinis with which he had just flooded his system. But it had to be done. Something had to be done to bring Betsy to her senses!

Much to his astonishment, Betsy began to moan, "Oh yes, Niles, beat me. Whip me harder! I've got a devil inside me, Niles! Whip the devil out of me... burn the devil out of me with your strap, dearest!"

Whap! Whap! Whap! Seizing the brutal strap with both hands now, Niles commenced to flog Betsy with blind fury... on the back... on the pinkly blushing buttocks... on the thighs. Her muscles quivered and rippled with every stroke of the monstrous instrument of torment.

All the time, Niles kept a tiny corner of his attention focused on Mabel Gurney. How would Mabel take it? How would she respond to the punishment and degradation of her best friend? There was an enigmatic expression on her catlike face... a strange mixture of fear... and fascination... yes, and lust!

Now, Niles sensed that Mabel was approaching him from behind. He could feel her breath on his neck as she hung over him. She was very close... He could feel the tips of her melony tits graze his back. Would she try to grab the strap from his hand? He almost wished she'd try! At this point, he'd enjoy giving Mabel Gurney a little taste of what he was dishing out to his wife...!

But Mabel did nothing of the kind. Suddenly Niles could feel her arms lightly enclose him from behind. She glided her soft fingertips over his chest, titillating his nipples for an instant, then delving them gradually lower until her hands were inside his open fly. Then, nuzzling his ass with her belly and crotch, she whispered in his ear, "Oh Niles, I can't tell you how this stimulates me! I'm almost beside myself with desire!"

"What!" he gasped, his arm still rising and falling in a wholly mechanical rhythm as he continued to lash Betsy's cringing figure.

"Yes!" she gasped in his ear, "Niles, listen -- I've taken off my shorts... can you feel my bare cunt smearing your ass through your pants? Niles, the sight of you tormenting Betsy's naked body like that makes me so hot I could come in my panties... if I were wearing panties!"

Now, catlike, she had slipped between his legs and was crouching in front of him. He could see that she had indeed removed her apricot-colored shorts and was completely naked from the waist down. "Niles..." she implored him, her eyes blazing with perverted desire, "let me suck your prick while you beat the shit out of Betsy! I can watch from the corner of my eye while you do it. Oh please, Niles, grant me this one favor and I'll be your devoted friend for life. Please, let me suck your big sausage while I watch you slam that monstrous strap across Betsy's hide!"

Before Niles could utter a word, Betsy cried, "Let her do it, Niles! I deserve it. Let Mabel suck your dick while you degrade and humiliate me! Abase me, Niles... it's the only thing that will teach me a lesson. I deserve it!"

In the same instant, Mabel scooped Niles' twitching dick out of his fly and commenced to lick its sensitive underside. Keeping an intent eye cocked on Betsy's writhing, squirming body, Mabel gurgled, "Whip her harder! You're a man, Niles, a strong, vigorous, muscular male -- can't you slam that strap into Betsy any harder than that? Oooh..."

Cuddling the rigid tool against her cheek, Mabel moaned, "Oh Niles, let me enjoy this moment... please, please, beat Betsy with all your might while I stuff your beautiful monstrous prick all the way into my mouth and suck every last bit of come from your balls! Please promise you won't relax your whipping for even one second while you shoot your scum down my throat... oh, this is the height of my desire, to suck a strong, virile cock while the man abuses a lovely naked woman... I may be insane, Niles, but that's the way I am... here I go, Niles, I'm giving your balls one final lick before I plunge your prick into my mouth... Umm... here goes!"

And with that she sucked Niles' livid slab of squirming meat into her mouth and commenced to lick and suck it with enormous relish. All the time, she watched from a corner of her eye where Betsy's sweating form was shuddering under the impact of Niles' lash. Still bravely clutching her ankles as she bent double, Betsy's mouth was slavered with foam as she moaned, "Oh Niles... Niles... I never dreamed our marriage would be anything like this! I never dreamed you would have to punish me this way. I wanted to be a good wife to you, but I -- Oooww... Oh! Oh!"

Betsy screeched as the rough leather skidded across her asshole, stinging the exquisitely sensitive little crater to a peak of shuddering agony. Releasing her ankles for the first time, Betsy now straightened up. Facing Niles squarely, she blurted, "Whip me up and down my front now, Niles. Lash the fronts of my thighs and abuse my tits! Slam the strap across my pussy. Don't be afraid, Niles... I have it coming to me!"

Mabel removed Niles' cock from her mouth for a moment to exclaim, "Do as she says, Niles! I want to see you leave huge masses of livid, ugly marks all up and down her front! Oh Niles, let me bind her hands behind her with my scarf so she can't protect herself. Can I do that, Niles? Please!"

And before Niles could either assent or object, Mabel had ripped the thin, silk scarf from around her neck and had securely bound Betsy's hands behind her. "Now whip her good!" Mabel urged, a look of demonic frenzy contorting her delicate features, "... and Niles, I love the feel and the taste of your prick in my mouth. But please be more aggressive! Fuck me in the mouth with your hot sausage. Pretend it's an instrument of torture. Pretend it's a red-hot bar of iron that you're slamming down my throat, and I'll pretend the same thing. Abuse my mouth with your rod, Niles!" She crammed the straining organ all the way into her mouth.

Now Niles was frenziedly fucking his thoroughly aroused cock down Mabel's throat while he continued to wield the lash across Betsy's writhing body. With her hands bound behind her, she was in no position to ward off Niles' barbaric blows. Her tits leaped about like two frightened puppies as she vainly sought to wriggle away from the whip. But the lash seemed to be everywhere at once. On her tits... on her sleekly out-curving belly... on her jiggling, jelly-soft thighs... everywhere!

Niles came with a sudden, explosive force that sent shock wave after shock wave pounding through his astonished frame. True to his promise, he did not relax his savage punishment of Betsy's sweating, straining body for even one instant while his cock vomited charge after charge of steaming, syrupy come into Mabel's lust-transfigured mouth. He could feel her tongue delightedly slithering along the underside of his cock while the tissues of her throat blissfully seized the huge knob of his ruthlessly pounding prick, pulling it further and further into her gullet, taking the full impact of his fire-hose stream into her belly, trying desperately to swallow the hot flood of Niles' come, moaning in rage as half the insistent stream welled up in her throat, overflowing her mouth, slobbering over her lips and dripping from her chin!

"Oh Niles," Betsy was groaning now, "can you ever forgive me? Can you ever forgive me for the filthy, rotten acts I've performed with animals? I've tried to resist the impulse, dearest, but the desire keeps creeping back no matter how sure I am that I've conquered it. I've been like this since I was a little girl... for as long as I can remember. Oh, I'd give anything to be a normal human being... content with my wonderful husband... content with human cock. Punish me as viciously as you wish, dearest, it's the only thing that will ever stop me from degrading myself!"

Mabel kneeled before Niles' dripping cock, his pearly-white scum dribbling unheeded from her lips. Her eyes held a strange, glazed expression. It was as if Niles' sperm were reacting on her like a powerful, narcotic drug. "Niles..." she begged in choked, husky tones, "give me the strap, please."

"What?"

"Give me the strap," she implored, "let me whip Betsy now! Please, Niles! You're exhausted now. I can see your arm is practically numb with fatigue. I can punish her better than you can now!"

"I-I don't think..." Niles began uncertainly.

"Hand her the strap," Betsy begged, "let her abuse me any way she likes. Oh Niles, savage, cruel punishment is my only hope. I've been to psychiatrists... I've sought out professional help... nothing seems to make any difference. Punishment -- horrible, vicious punishment is my last hope!"

Half-unwillingly, Niles surrendered the strap to Mabel's eager hands. She seemed possessed by an unholy passion as she forced Betsy once more to display her ass. Mabel literally shook and trembled with zeal as she plied the murderous leather back and forth across Betsy's cringing back, buttocks, and thighs.

After a moment, though, Mabel caught Niles' eye. "Come here, Niles," she whispered as she continued to slam the strap against her friend's welt-ravaged back. Grudgingly, Niles obeyed. At this point, the effects of the alcohol were commencing to wear off and he was no longer sure that punishment was the cure for whatever ailed Betsy...

As soon as Niles drew near, Mabel whispered in his ear, "Let me handle your cock, Niles. Let me fondle your dick while I torment Betsy. It will give me the strength I n

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